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Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds I need money money Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, I need money money money Nigga want hundeds hundeds want money money money
1] The biggest fast time is the size crime Its been the same man since the game mine I spot four one of these at the same Looking Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine Do I give a fuck, no I never I just blow my weed and take a bubble I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you Cause half of you cant even fuck with me I'm on it cause I'm so city And every town that I through I leave my G prints LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter a batch of fish grease in a skillet I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or us And right about now all the cap peelers feel us
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2] Money, money is the crack to the fiend It's the king to the It reigns It's the to the cream (say what) It's a po man, no man, its everybodys Money, mo money, get But make sure you know that your don't get funny Everybody claiming that they on they luck I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks I throw on my black socks my all gold chucks Now see which one of my trucks we gone use today To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop mother fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, shit it can for you Meech the beach, he keep shit cracking And everything he guaranteed to go platinum
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3] Ya got to cash to make it these days And you can make at one of a hundred different ways You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track And write you a rap, and try to get you to Or you stand on the streets and holler and wine You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game You might me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast smoking, with a pound of that shit Waiting for me at the with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
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[Ad over chorus] For all the niggaz out getting their money Money is the of all evil huh You know I mean, we already in hell So fuck, get money man I look at shit this: The mother fuckers that got money, they doing bad and they don't a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the fuckers that got money, they depressed you know they can't it So I mean, your pleasure you live with it our without it, shit I'm bout it I got to have it, you me
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